Zombie Slayer

I'm standing in the middle of the high street, apparently suited
in a black cat suit, army style black boots, bullet proof vest
and a black backpack. I am armed with two bloodstained machetes
and I have a semi auto Beretta in a holster across my back. I
have absolutely no memory of how I got here, nor why I seem to be
taking on the appearance of Lara friggin Croft (lacking the big
breasts of course).

As I take a deep breath I take in my surroundings... Utter
mayhem is how I'd describe it, shop windows smashed in, cars
smashed up (some on pavements) and completely abandoned, torn
fleshy blood filled limbs strewn everywhere, dried bloody puddles
on the floor and spatters galore... utter fucking carnage.

I look at my reflection in what's left of the florist window;
taking in my appearance I try to trigger some sort of memory.
That's when I see it, a bloodied wound on the side of my head.
'What the..?' touching it hurts like hell.

I step back into the street and only do I begin to realise, I'm
alone... Its eerie quiet; like a sort of ghost town. We must be
in the middle of some sort of War, and I'm really hoping there is
a 'we' cause if not I'm screwed. So, War... Dead people... Blow
to the head at some point, which caused me blacking out.

I decide that I need to find someone and get some clearer
answers. Walking though the High Street I'm rather exposed, yet
find myself feeling very aware of my surroundings and prepared
for anyone that might come at me.

I take a left at the end of the street and that's when I see
it, a Police Station. With a sigh of relief and an almost smile
on my face I think 'thank fuck for that', surely someone here can
help me. As I step inside, I know instantly that there are no
answers in here. Worse than outside, this police station is a
bloodbath and walking through it 'my shoes sticking to the floor
with every step that I take' I lose all hope... it's just too
quiet, that's when I hear it a raspy, course, slow deep
breathing. I search the offices until I find one of the officers
lying face down on the floor, bloodied and battered but still 'HE
IS BREATHING'!

''Everything is going to be fine officer'' I say as putting my
machetes away (knowing that I'll be needing both hands to lift
this poor bloke up). I bend down and use both hands to turn the
officer over at which point he is wriggling a bit, in the first
second I glance at his badge 'Officer Brady' and then I glance at
his face.

I was barely able to take in his gaunt white complexion with
white mist filled empty eyes surrounded by deep black shadows
before his exposed blood filled jaw snapped aggressively like a
rabid dog toward my face with only millimetres to spare.

Luckily I reacted quickly (god only knows how) I pushed him back
to the ground using my left hand and holding this monstrosity
down with my left boot I drew my machete form my right side,
raising my machete above my head I slammed down on its neck,
providing a nice clean cut and a shower of blood upon myself.

Standing, I wipe the blood from my face using my hand and wipe
it off upon my trouser leg. I need to move on, try to find
someone... anyone. An hour or so later after a cautious walk, I
come across a hospital, St Georges Hospital to be precise it was
more or less a similar scene to the High Street.

I decide to take the side entrance (Maternity Ward) so as not
to draw attention to myself... I mean I don't know what I'm
walking into here.

It could be another situation like the police station but on a
larger scale with more living dead... it could be that survivors
are camping here in which case I don't know where I stand. Would
they recognise me? Would they welcome me? Or would I be
considered a liability?

As I enter the corridor that leads to the maternity ward... it
is empty, I mean not only is there not one single person in sight
but... no appearance of panic, no blood, no torn limbs, no
walking dead and not a single living person.

I continue forward down the corridor until I reach the lifts,
for some strange reason I feel a strong pull toward them. I
decided to get in one and take it to the second floor and once
there, still nothingness... I'm feeling more uneasy than where I
first stood with lack of memory, lack of knowledge.

I take a right and walk down the corridor on this floor and I
find myself standing at the door of the Critical Care unit. As I
open the door and step inside a gust of wind and light blows
toward me.

I remember... I know who I am. Suddenly I hear a panic of people
in a room to my left, ''quickly everyone, she's gone into cardiac
arrest''.

A woman with soft brown hair come running out holding her hands
to her face whilst crying hysterically... My mother...

I gulp trying to hold back the queasy feeling that has washed
over me and peer into the room where I see myself covered with
tubes, surrounded by doctors... I have a bloodied wound on my
head.

I sit down next to my mother for a while when a doctor
approaches her,'' I'm sorry Mrs Downing there was nothing more we
could do...'' she screams her cries and falls to her knees ''Why?
Why? Why did she have to be so stupid? She was only 16 for god's
sake''.

Ten Years Later

Standing outside of the hospital a gentle breeze blowing through
my hair, still surrounded by the blood and gore...

I remember I was Katie 16 year old student with outstanding
school grades, many friends and a love for gory zombie movies
(the gorier the better)...

If only I hadn't had that wild side, If only Danny hadn't dared
me to jump from the first floor science room window onto the
grass bank, if only I hadn't been stupid enough to take on that
dare and fail miserably. I could have gone on to be a successful
film director or famous author.

Instead of living out my dream, I have to live in it forever
alone. I don't know why I haven't come across any living or why
there are only the walking dead.

As for being stuck in this dream... Nightmare... Limbo? I have
no idea why... but as the years go on the one damn thing that
keeps me going is that I am determined to find my way out!